content: sometimes the love of your life isn’t the person you’re meant to be with for the rest of forever. sometimes loving someone means willing to accept that; prompt concept/inspo; written in third person, w she/her pronouns
notes: as of now, i have only completed sanji’s and zoro’s parts and i’m working on luffy’s + the conclusion. i hope that’s ok, and that the rest will be worth the wait! this idea is evelyncelia inspired :)
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, breathless at the sight of her figure in a stunning white dress. She radiated the elegance and dignified grace of a lady worthy of being promised to a prince — and she was.
“If only he could see…” she whispered to herself, as quiet as a mouse.
“He’ll see it soon enough. be patient, my dear.” The words from her caregiver hardly reached the bride-to-be, her mind already wandering far from where she stood.
I wonder where he is now… I could question my father later…
“The moment he sees you, he’ll fall in love with you a thousand times over. as will you, once you see him standing there at the altar.”
The girl smiled, her heart warming at the thought, though she had no interest in falling in love with the prince even once. She adored him, yes, but her heart belonged to someone else, for she had already fallen in love a thousand times over with a man she was certain she would never fall out of love with, not even if she tried to tear him out of her heart. Not even if they stood a thousand miles apart without any certainty that they would ever see one another again.
No, even on her wedding day, the man consuming her thoughts was that pirate she had fallen for in what felt now like another lifetime.
She blamed the letter, the one carefully tucked under her mattress, which had appeared on her bedside that morning addressed to her in a way that meant it could only be from one person.
In the midst of everything going on, she’d panicked and hid it. She hadn’t had time to read it but she knew she couldn’t sit through the wedding ceremony without having read it first.
Thus, once she was ready, she ushered her loved ones out of the room, requesting a moment to herself before it was time to go. Locking the door behind them, she retrieved the letter from its hiding place; but as she held it in her hands, she was unable to do anything more than stare at the inscription on the envelope.
It was then that she realized his letter had nothing to do with the memories of him that clouded her mind that day. He had been the love of her life; of course she would be thinking of him on her wedding day.
The young bride fought back tears, recalling the love she had lost as she removed his letter from its envelope.
just watched roman holiday. time to reread the thing i wrote with my comfort heart wrenching theme. sometimes the love of your life isn’t the person you’re meant to spend your whole life with.
content: fem. reader, nsfw, bratty reader, voyeurism sorta, wet dreams, pet names. boy next door au where you can’t stand him and you can’t get enough of him either.
note: the title of the doc i wrote this in was ‘ferally wattpadesque’ and i think that perfectly describes what i was going for with this.
there was about a week of time, you could begrudgingly admit, that was spent in the slightest infatuation for roronoa zoro. less than a week, probably.
the little crush had made moving into this town a little less dreadful and getting up in the morning a little less painful. if the beauty of a sunrise wasn’t enough to get you out of bed, spying on the hot guy next door while he did his morning workouts in his yard definitely was.
it was admittedly fun while it lasted, letting him make your heart flutter with the slightest of acknowledgments, but all good things must come to an end, and in your experience, men know this truth exceptionally well.
naturally, being attractive didn’t save the boy next door from being as insufferable as any other man you’ve met before. if it weren’t for your mother, you’d never let yourself within fifty feet of zoro, but she’d taken a liking to his father and, to your disdain, that meant being across from him at the dinner table every couple nights.
the only solace you could find was in the quiet of your room, door locked and the lights off. you kept your curtains open, though. it faced only your dear neighbor’s house and you preferred to be careful and let the evening light in than to close them. either way, your bed was beside the window and there would be nothing to see unless you were to walk past it.
it wasn’t like he was there to see anything if you did anyhow. no, he was under your roof instead, doing godknowswhat in your bathroom thanks to your mother’s courteous offer to let them use your hot water while their boiler is fixed. you were almost too irritated to get yourself off and angrier at the image of his naked, sunkissed torso plaguing your mind. you’d never wanted to bite into someone more.
it can’t be so bad, your friend had said.
he’s insufferable, you don’t get it. and in my bathroom of all places? i don’t even want to think about what he could be doing…
sounds to me like you’re thinking about it ;)
gross. he’s practically my step brother at this point.
even better. think of the content that would make.
you all but choked on air, but you couldn’t say you were too shocked at the comment. nami had been trying to get you to join her business endeavors for months and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t entice you in the slightest. still, that particular proposal was absurd even for her.
you’re filthy. not interested.
say what you will but don’t think i’ve forgotten the way you would drool over him a year ago.
you left that text on read. nothing could get her words out your head, though. zoro was painfully hot. try as you might to despise him entirely, there was always a part of you that wanted him. wanted his body over yours. wanted his obnoxious mouth between your thighs. wanted to tug his hair and dig your nails into the soft skin of his sculpted back.
filthy. it’s no wonder you’re friends.
you kneel in front of your full-length mirror, turning over nami’s proposition in your head as you raise your phone, angling it so that your face isn’t visible. “cute.”
hearing the water shut off, you think about taking a shower yourself, slipping back into your tank top and shorts. you wait until you hear the sound of a door shutting before stepping into the hall, preferring anything but to see zoro in a towel.
somehow, you end up with your face in his chest anyway. “oi, careful there, dollface.”
“fuck off. and don’t call me that.”
there’s a pleased smirk on his lips, like he’s gotten exactly the reaction out of you that he wanted. like it amuses him to see how he can rile you up. “fuck, i’ma fix that attitude one day…” he whispers the words more to himself than to you, though his eyes never leave yours.
“excuse me?” you scoffed.
“you heard me, dollface.” you fight not to look anywhere but his eyes, not to let your eyes trail down his chiseled body, feeling that it’s exactly what he’s daring you to do.
“you’re insufferable.”
all he does in response is smirk and walk toward the guest room. “call me what you want, princess, but windows work both ways.”
shit. the words cause you to stop in your tracks—how could you not?—but you don’t let the reaction last long enough for zoro to notice. instead, you turn on your heel and head straight to the bathroom turning back only to glare at your infuriating neighbor.
his eyes don’t meet yours, not immediately, preoccupied with the tightness of your clothing and the way it clung to your skin in the heat. once he notices your glare, his smirk turns into a soft chuckle and you huff before shutting the door behind you.
still, his image is seared into your mind as you lean against the closed door, but you don’t fight it away. you let your thoughts linger for only a moment on the sight of his hands, one set on the doorknob and the other palming himself through his towel.
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windows work both ways…
you turn the words in your head as you stare at your room. it doesn’t make sense to you that he could ever see your bed from his room. he was bluffing. he had to be.
you try to read (a nice, thick, raunchy novel robin had recommended) and get him out of your thoughts before bed. it doesn’t quite work, and your eyes are soon too tired to keep reading over the same paragraph (and trying not to picture a certain viridescent-haired nuisance as the male lead).
it isn’t long before you’re asleep in the comfort of your soft sheets. it’s too hot for a blanket, but you still choose to tuck yourself under a thin linen sheet. in the warmth of your sleep, your chest rises and falls in labored breaths, consequence of the kind of dream that only seems pleasant when you’re lost in it.
in your slumber, the moonlight illuminates your bedroom and you’re still lying in bed, eyes closed. you feel that there’s someone in your room, but you don’t care to look. not even when they remove the covers from your body, or when your bed shifts under their weight. not when you feel their hands roam over your body slowly, pulling upwards your nightgown until it’s bunched up just above your chest.
“zoro…” you mumble in your sleep, knowing it’s him in your subconscious whose cool hands are holding your waist and massaging your breast. you don’t open your eyes but you can see him, eyes full of lust as he hovers over you.
there’s a small, conscious part of you that was sickened by the content of your dream; that knew there was something wrong with it—but this feeling was overwhelmed by your own lust and desire, and you could only think that there couldn’t be anything wrong with wanting this. what reason could there be, possibly, not to indulge in the pleasure of his fingers pressed into your flesh, pressing you further into the bed while his lips traced your jawline? your hips rolled against him with a burning desire to be his, to be taken by him in whatever way he pleased, whatever way he decided you deserved.
you could feel the bulge through his sweats, pressing against your laced panties. the sensation alone told you he was big, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him fill you.
his lips had stopped just below your ear and his breath was warm against your skin. his voice, coarse and low, sent a chill through your body as he whispered to you.
“let’s see if i can fix that attitude of yours…”
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when you open your eyes, the sheets are tangled at your feet and you find yourself breathless and disoriented.
“fuck,” you breathe out. you don’t want to admit it, but every part of you wants to fall back asleep and into that same dream. instead, you sit up and reach for the bottle of water at your nightstand, ignoring the pulsing between your thighs.
as you stare forward in the dark, your eyes fall on your reflection in the vanity on the opposite wall. from where you sit, you can see through your window too, and suddenly zoro’s words make sense. windows work both ways.
he’d seen you through your mirror. fuck, fuck, fuck.
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“you want him, admit it already.”
what compelled you to tell nami about your dream, you didn’t know. you’d known what her response would be before you’d said it, and you knew it’d make you roll your eyes to hear it. still, you couldn’t help but confess the details to her when she called you that evening.
“get it out of your system and fuck him already.”
“i’m not that desperate,” you scoffed, applying a last touch of lipstick to your look for the evening. cute, you smiled at your reflection. you weren’t a vain person by any means, but you could admit to yourself that you looked especially stunning tonight.
“big words for a girl getting pretty to have dinner with him,” nami teased and you shot her a glare through the phone.
not that you’d ever admit it to nami, but it’d be a lie if you said you hadn’t thought of zoro once while getting ready. not to impress him, and much less for his attention, but to remind yourself you are so out of his league. roronoa zoro would be beyond fucking blessed to have you writhing under him.
that doesn’t keep you from picturing it when he’s across the dinner table from you. try as you might to look anywhere but at him, zoro’s eyes find yours again and again, and all you can think about is the way his shirt is tight around his biceps and the way his calloused hands would feel against your skin.
he’s always a gentlemen at the dinner table; it never fails to surprise you. he’s full of gentle please’s and thank you’s, and despite knowing better, you can never help but quietly admire his manners. when he compliments your mother’s cooking, his words carry a sincerity that almost gets you to forget you can’t stand him.
until his eyes meet yours, and he adds, facetiously, “i’m sure everything you make tastes amazing, ma’am.”
you drop your gaze at his remark, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. it doesn’t help that his eyes stay fixed on you.
“may i be excused?” you ask, already standing from your chair. you don’t miss the way zoro’s eyes look over you slowly, from the pleated ends of your skirt to the necklaces falling perfectly above your chest, but you don’t give him the pleasure of looking in his direction again.
it’s not until you reach the staircase that you realize he excused himself after you, and you have every intention to ignore him, except he always knows exactly what buttons to push.
“what’s the rush, dollface?” zoro smirks, his arm resting against the banister at the bottom of the stairs.
“told you not to fucking call me that,” you bite, not bothering to turn back to look at him.
“c’mon doll, you’re too pretty to have such a dirty mouth,” he chides playfully. you turn to glare at him, biting your tongue not to give him what he wants, before realizing you’ve taken enough steps up the stairs that he has a clean view up your skirt; one he shamelessly takes advantage of, more to rile you up than anything.
“oh fuck you. you’re lucky to hear a word from me at all,” you say, your face in front of his now, but the spark in his eyes tells you he’s not listening to a word you’re saying.
“shit, you’re real fucking pretty…” his eyes trail down your body, and you fight not to blush under his gaze. “might get more dick if you weren’t such a bitch.”
you bring your hand up to slap him but he stops it, holding your wrist firmly in his hand, not letting the action faze him. his grip on your hand is tight, but not enough to hurt you.
“kind of gets me going though. if you’d just let me shut you up…”
“in your dreams, asshole.”
something shifts in his composure. his hold on your hand loosens, but you don’t move.
“c’mon, tell me you don’t want it and i’ll leave,” he hums. his eyes, eager and full of lust, don’t leave yours, and all you can think of are nami’s words.
fuck him already.
you don’t drop your hand; you let it rest on his cheek and your lips press against his before you let yourself think rationally. it’s a better feeling than you could have imagined. the moment it happens, zoro’s in control, engulfing you in a kiss that is hungry and impassioned by pent up lust, one hand buried in your hair and the other pulling you closer by the waist.
“fuck,” he groaned, and with the sound alone tells you how long he’s been waiting for this. that and the feeling of his hard-on against your hips. zoro’s hands trail down to your bottom, grasping your thighs, and you obediently wrap your legs around him.
neither of you comes up for air until he has you seated on the vanity in your bedroom and his lips find their way to the most sensitive parts of your neck. he keeps you steady with one hand, while the other makes its way up your thigh. his thumb feels along the thin material of your panties, and your body arches at the touch.
“don’t be a fucking tease,” you whine, but his movements slow. when he pulls back, there’s a pleasant grin on his face. “desperate much?”
you open your mouth to shoot a snide remark, but whatever it was is forgotten the moment zoro takes off his shirt. your heart races in your chest and you all but drool at the sight.
“use your words now, princess. what do you need?” he stands between your legs and his hands push up your top, bralette and all, cupping your breast.
“i need you to stop being such a fucking tease. you should count yourself lucky i’m letting you hit at a-ah-” he pinches your nipple between his fingers, provoking a moan that effectively shuts you up.
“told you we were gonna work on that attitude, didn’t i? now let’s try that again, where do you need me, princess?” his hips press against yours and you feel yourself pulsating against his bulge.
“inside, fuck, i need your fucking cock inside of me already,” you whine, not caring how pathetically desperate you sound.
“so fucking needy.” zoro helps you out of your clothes with a patience that drives you insane. first your top and your bralette, his fingers grazing lightly over your chest. then your skirt and your panties, leaving you bare in front of him.
his lips connect with yours while he undoes his belt, but the moment he moves back to pull them off, you let your eyes stare down. fuck, of course it’s as big as his ego. when he asks for a condom you half forget to feel embarrassed about the other things in that drawer, until you hear him chuckle.
“what do we have here?” he brings a vibrator to your clit and you can hardly contain your whimpers. “fuck, zoro, please-”
zoro drags the object slowly down your labia once before shutting it off with a smirk.“don’t worry, babe. after me you won’t want to play with these anymore.”
he carries you to your bed, not bothering to be gentle with you when he tosses you down. his eyes hover over you, taking you in and wondering how to take you first.
“it’s a shame you hav’ta keep quiet… what i’d give to hear you screaming my name,” he positions himself between your legs, his hand brushing your hair from your face and resting on your cheek. “you’re gonna have to be a good girl and keep it down. ready?”
you only nod in response, needing him to fill you now. he pushes into you slowly, and you want nothing more than to moan at the top of your lungs the deeper he goes. tears build in your eyes but you don’t look away from him and you don’t make a sound above a soft whimper and whispered curses.
“atta girl, just a little more,”
more? fuck- you feel him so deep inside you, you felt like a virgin feeling full for the first time. “wait, please.”
you want to feel him, get used to it, before he moves, afraid you’ll come the moment he starts moving.
“look at you, learning manners already…”
you want to glare at him but the look on your face is more pathetic than anything. he gives you a look and you nod, afraid of the sounds that will leave your lips if you open it.
his hips roll into yours, and your mouth falls agape in a way so seductive that it makes him shudder and evokes a whine from you. his lips meet yours to muffle the sounds, but it doesn’t help when his thrusts become rougher.
the lewd sounds between you and the feeling of your walls so wet and soft like you’ve never felt before. “shit, you feel so good, i don’t think you’re sleeping tonight.”
it’s better than he ever imagined and if you’d let him he’d worship you day and night. but for now, he’s gotta push you till you can’t think about anything other than his cock inside you.
he has you pressed deep into the mattress, the sound of your headboard beating rhythmically against the wall and his quiet grunts all you can hear until he pulls out without warning and you whine at the sudden emptiness.
you hadn’t known your phone was ringing until zoro brought it to his ear, shamelessly answering it while he aligned himself with you again. “sorry, nami. she’s a little busy, wanna leave a message?”
his hips slowly press into you, and you have to bite your hand not to make a sound. “don’t worry i’ll let her know…”
“she said she hopes you’re having a good time. think she knows?” he doesn’t bother to wait for an answer, his focus on opening the camera app on your phone before pressing your figure back into the mattress and ramming into you with more force and malice than before.
he brings the phone closer to the space between you, and you know the camera must be catching all the filthy sounds your bodies are making and the breathless cries falling ceaselessly from your open mouth.
zoro films the bounce of your breasts with every relentless thrust and your face, all fucked out—your eyes brimming with tears. cheeks rosy with heat, and your lips parted as they whimper his name. his hand wraps lightly around your throat before cutting the video and tossing the phone aside, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.
“send me that and i’ll eat you out till you cry.”
you’re cumming before you know it, but zoro doesn’t halt his thrusts. “shh, give me one more, be a good girl and hold out a little longer. i promise it’ll feel good.”
you want to quit, but you dig your nails in his shoulders and trust him, breathing deeply until you feel it. it’s stronger than the first and you can’t keep your moans quiet as his name slides off your tongue again and again.
“that’s my good girl.” part of you wants to bite back but you resort to bringing his mouth to yours and biting his lip instead.
“call me that again and i’ll suck you off so good,” you purr.
“yea? we’ll be putting that mouth to good use…” his lips meet yours, tongue slipping between them in a wet kiss and you feel him twitch inside you. “show me what a good girl you are then… my dick’s already beggin’ to teach you another lesson.”
he turns you over, resting his own body against the bed and letting you straddle him. slowly, you bring your mouth down his chest and his abdomen, thinking only that you’re in for a very long night.
i haven’t written anything in what feels like over a year (work has sucked the soul out of me more than i thought </3), but i read a 3k word draft from over a year and a half ago and it’s so good i need to finish it now !!
Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.
to be honest, i’m in a massive writing slump. whenever i have time to write, i just haven’t been able to, so i’ve got a mountain of wips and requests — which is why i have my requests closed.
however, if you’re ok with a requests possibly taking ages or never getting done (i’m the worst i’m so sorry y’all), i will never be mad about getting a request. fresh ideas might be what i need anyway.
Could you perhaps do a zoro x f!reader, where zoro finds out about the readers past lover and gets jealous
(I would prefer the ex be a girl, I would really love to see a bi reader, but if you can't no worries!)
Anyways the reader and their ex get along after not seeing each other for so long and everyone in the crew seems to enjoy their company but zoro is jealous that the readers ex lover is "flirting" with the reader. You could make it NSFW by making zoro "claim" the reader out of jealousy in the end, or it could be SFW with a cute fluffy end up to you
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 | roronoa zoro
1.940 words
content: bi!reader; sfw / fluff; zoro notices more than you think. he’s subtle with his love and that includes paying attention to the little things, noticing when something’s bothering you or when you’re hiding something.
notes: thank you for the request, anon! i’m kind of really proud of this piece and i really enjoyed writing it. might do an nsfw pt. 2 ;)
zoro noticed something was up the second the next island was decided upon and you reacted with a feigned enthusiasm you presumed would go unnoticed. you forced a smile before slipping away, thinking no one would notice your absence.
and when he approached you, with the intent of asking if everything was okay, he felt you stiffen at his touch. it was only for a moment, before you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest and seeking comfort in his arms. your eyes remained lost in a seemingly disconcerting thought.
rather than press you with questions, the swordsman simply held you closer and quietly comforted you, not minding that he hadn’t a clue as to what might be bothering you. if all you needed was to be held, then that’s what he would do. the brute could be gentle that way.
zoro noticed you were hiding something — or hiding from something — by the way you avoided setting foot on the island with a new excuse each day. as convincing as your excuses might have been, he saw the worry in your eyes.
it didn’t stop him from asking you to keep him company (or keep him from getting lost), but he wasn't insistent. if you weren’t up to it, then he respected your decision — whatever the reason behind it may be — and would plant a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving.
zoro could see that there was something off about the way you smiled at your old friend. he noticed how you froze when you saw her return with luffy, and saw the storm of emotions in your eyes when they met hers — a whirlpool of pain, reluctance, joy… and affection.
he saw how at the turn of a page you’d stepped into a comfortable familiarity with one another, despite the awkward air of your reunion.
he noticed you laugh a little too hard at her jokes.
he saw how your cheeks flushed pink at her compliments.
and in your eyes, he saw a ghost of the look he’d thought you reserved only for him.
zoro was too attentive not to notice these things in you, and while he couldn’t deny that they made him act defensively — reaching for your hand or resting his on your thigh or your waist whenever possible; kissing you in front of the crew (and in front of her) despite normally only being affectionate in private — it wasn’t your actions that filled him with jealousy; it was her shameless flirting.
it was the way her hand touched your arm or brushed against yours; the cocky smirks in your direction; the praises she sang you; the persistent reminders of your history together; the insinuations that she knew you better.
you caught on to his jealousy easily enough, but you tried to ignore it; you tried to pretend it would pass if you gave him some time, hoped that once he got to know her better his coldness towards her might subside. but it didn’t. and instead he began directing it towards you too.
in public, he acted as if everything was fine, albeit still somewhat possessive; but when it was only the two of you, he constantly denied you his attention with the excuse that he was busy.
“what is with you lately? you’ve been avoiding me all day. for days.” you tried to conceal the hurt in your voice, but it was useless.
the swordsman gave no sign of having heard you, continuing his workout without the slightest acknowledgment of your presence. but you noticed the subtle shift in his movement, the tension in his muscles as he fought to ignore you; how he shut his eyes as he fought the urge to look at you.
“if you’re jealous you could say so instead of being an ass to me for no reason, you know?”
jealous. of course he was jealous. you were spending your time with a girl who knew things about you that he didn’t; who made you blush and giggle like a schoolgirl; who you looked at with fondness. as clueless as the swordsman could be when it came to his emotions, he wasn’t so dumb he didn’t realize he was jealous, but he was too stubborn to admit it out loud and too prideful to sit and hear you say it for him.
“who could i be jealous of? your friend?” he dropped the heavy weights he’d been benching, finally sitting up to face you. the pain written on your face was almost enough to make him regret his accusatory tone, but couldn’t you see that he was hurting too?
“zoro…”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
it wasn’t like you were hiding that you had a history with this girl. you’d briefly mentioned to the rest of the crew that she was your ex, later giving nami and robin a detailed recount of your relationship — but telling zoro was…different.
you moved towards your boyfriend, praying he wouldn’t push you away as you sat on his lap, your legs on either side of him, like you’d done a million times before. and he didn’t, but his hands didn’t move to hold you either.
“i was scared to,” you whispered, so quietly that if you weren’t so close to him, he wouldn’t have heard you. zoro could see the fear and anxiety in your eyes as they avoided his, saw how your hands trembled, and heard the nervousness that overwhelmed your voice.
his hands settled on your waist, like they’d done a million times before, and you met his eyes. there was still a hint of pain in them, but the coldness in them was gone.
“i was scared you’d see me differently. that you’d- that we’d change if you knew that i like girls too…”
zoro’s hands moved to cup your cheeks, his hands warm against your skin. “are you stupid?”
you moved to slap him playfully, laughing in spite of the tears that had threatened to fall on your cheeks and the loud beating of your heart in your chest, but he caught your hand. he pressed his lips to your palm, then your shoulder, before enveloping you in his arms and pulling you in for a long, loving kiss.
“i don’t give a shit who you’ve loved before or who you’re attracted to,” zoro said, not taking his eyes off yours. “as long as it’s not eyebrows.”
“well sanji is a little-”
“don’t.”
zoro leaned forward, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “all i need is for you to love me.”
this time it was his words that were almost too quiet to be heard. after all, talking about his feelings wasn’t the swordsman’s strong suit.
“i love you more than i have ever loved anybody, zoro. you don’t need to be jealous of anyone.” you ran your fingers through zoro’s soft green hair as you talked, not wanting to move away from him anytime soon.
“still can’t stand her, so don’t expect me to be nice to her,” zoro said, his voice muffled against your chest. feeling your chest rise and fall as you giggled at his remark, he pulled back from your touch, giving you a glare that said, ‘i mean it — don’t test me.’
“she’s nice, zoro,” you said, resting your hands behind his neck. “well, as nice as a girl who broke my heart can be...”
you laughed softly at your own comment, but the swordsman only scowled, seeing it as yet another reason not to like her.
“ok. could you at least tell me why you don’t like her?”
“for starters, she won’t stop flirting with you.”
you fought back a laugh, earning you another harsh glare from your boyfriend to which you responded with a soft kiss to his nose.
“she’s not flirting, zoro. she’s just cocky...like someone else i know,” you teased. “and frankly, i think she does it because she’s jealous of you.”
“jealous of me?” zoro tried to appear disinterested, but couldn’t help but perk up at the thought.
“yea, why wouldn’t she be? you’re my boyfriend,” you squeezed zoro’s cheek as you talked, knowing he hates it. “my hot boyfriend,” you add, lowering your voice, letting your hands wander over his arms. “my hot, muscular boyfriend who can lift me like a feather.”
zoro smirked at your words, never growing tired of hearing you fuel his ego. his hands trailed down to your thighs, pulling you closer to him.
“and your tits are bigger than hers,” you smiled, resting your hands on his chest. zoro only rolled his eyes in response.
“you’re the one i don’t shut up about.” you pressed a kiss to his temple, then below his eye, on his cheek… and finally, to his lips. “and you’re the one i left with…”
“the one you left with?” zoro repeated, raising an eyebrow.
you opened your mouth to speak several times, unsure of how you might explain, or whether you wanted to at all.
she left you. not the other way around. she’d made the decision to leave the island, not caring whether you left with her or not — knowing you didn’t have it in you to leave home, but…
you’d left with zoro. you knew it had to hurt; to see you with him — on a pirate crew, no less — after you’d refused to leave with her.
“we broke up because i didn’t want to leave our village with her. she wanted to see the world, but i didn’t want to go…” your heart still ached remembering the pain of her departure. your hand searched for zoro’s, intertwining your fingers with his. you didn’t want to ever lose zoro that way; you wouldn’t — because you would never let him go alone. you’d follow him into the pits of hell if you had to.
for him, you’d do what you hadn’t been willing to do for her.
“i left with you, zoro. i didn‘t with her.” you couldn’t help but feel guilty as the words left your mouth.
zoro was quiet for a moment, holding your hand in his own as he processed what you’d said.
“you didn’t leave for me, though, did you? it was for luffy… and for your own reasons.”
you blushed profusely at his question. you couldn’t believe that was what he’d gathered from your confession. it was true, that you’d left to follow your own dream, and that luffy was far too stubborn (and far too convincing) to say no to. but it would have been a lie if you claimed the swordsman had played no role in your decision.
“it was for luffy. and for me… but there was a certain attractive, gentle, and caring swordsman who convinced me to go. said he wouldn’t mind having me around…”
the cocky grin on zoro’s face was enough to tell you his ego was soaring, but you had little intention of letting it stay that way.
“…and there were these two smart, gorgeous girls. and the sweetest, most adorable talking reindeer. and the cutest, flirty coo-”
“that’s enough,” the swordsman cut you off, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
seeing the way your eyes lit up and that cheerful, contagious smile of yours, the annoyed expression on zoro’s face didn’t last long. especially not when he noticed that look in your eyes — the one reserved only for him; the one he would never let fade into the ghost of something that had once been — with those doe eyes that told him everything you felt for him. the look that told him you would never let it fade into a ghost either.
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